There were some paintings on two of the walls, postmodernistimpressionist was Nicks guess. He didn't recognize them.The couch was made of soft black l...ather and was very low and close tothe floor for sitting. The rest of the furniture in the room was a littlesparse. The coffee table was also very low and painted piano black.There was what looked like a wall unit of some kind, again black like thecoffee table, but it had no handles or doors that Nick could see. It wasrelatively large, taking up. Seema uski choot ka ras peete hue ek haath se uskichoot ke pank ko masal rahi thi. sheela bahut joro se awajien likal rahi thi. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooohhhhoch ochcojcohcssssssssss…itne mein vikarma jhar chuka tha meena bhi phir jar chuki thi ab vikram ronit dona meena ke momey chos rahe tha.meena ke mamme bahut bade jo tey.vikram meena ke nipplon Ko marod marod kar mammey masal raha tha, woh bechaari ab thak chuki thi chup chap vo uthkar bathroom jane lagi lekin seema boli kaha jarahi tu ,. “Well Ms. Lady, I’m gonna ask ya’ to turn around so I can search ya’, standard procedure ya' know.”Ooh yes, please search me. Slowly, I turned around, leaned against the car, and followed his orders. I heard him step right behind me; felt his hands slide down my sides. As he inched my dress up, his hot breath was on my ear and his tongue tickled my earlobe. Instantly, I was wet when rubbed his crotch against my ass. “Mmmhh…” He grinded me hard and pulled my thong around my knees. Surrendering,. I understand." Well, I know you is a smart boy, and a good boy, and I know you see what's going on. I wish it could be dif'ernt, and I ain't sayin' it's right, but--" I *know* it ain't right!" I said defiantly. "It's not fair!" Mister Speedy, please. We all know what's going on hyah, so let's don't dwell on that 'cause they ain't nothin' we can do about it. Miz Sansone and them is yo' people, yo' family, and you got to do what they say. So don't be makin' trouble for yuhself. I confess I did.